A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME

A tubby, bubbly Hispanic girl that looked to be about 12 or 13, walking along with her equally vivacious companions. She was wearing a tight, white shirt, mercilessly stretched to fabric’s capacity, which made her look not unlike a walking tube of cookie dough. But I digress. On the front of said shirt in black Sharpie, as poorly written as it was conceived:

R.I.P.
Daddy
9/11/01

Now I’m hesitant to judge,* having never lost a loved one to tragedy, but I probably would have erred on the side of never, ever doing that. And I thought I had seen New York’s T-Shirt of the Week when I saw an almost comically endowed black woman in the subway walking by with a shirt that said in bright pink letters: I FAKE ORGASMS.

*Not at all true.

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